Mafia's Last Confession

Welcome to Lusaka Streets Where a lot of people wanna pretend Like they got sheets, yeah Every day you wanna host a feast, but Rarely do you ever wanna reinvest Yeah Throwing garbage is a normal thing You don't wanna recycle you burning Everything, yeah You wanna complain about health Care But you the same person that's Pissing in your environment, yeah You saying you don't judge anybody But me and you both know that Money is the measurement, yeah Sometimes I do this for everybody Sometimes I just wanna use my voice As an instrument, yeah Why you always sleep on everybody You are like that dude that always Wonder where the Kush went, yeah From hood boy to conglomerate, me I am out here trying to be an Oligarch, yeah I got Walt Disney tendencies, even Diamonds can never bring me no Happiness, yeah I am always thinking oil money, but Abu Dhabi never called me for Investment plans, yeah Yeah, I have a strange hate for Material things, Cos when we pass we just leave all This shit behind, yeah Yeah He try to leave it for his son But the problem is, his son never Learnt humility, yeah His son his always lying to himself He lie so much that he can't even see Himself Yeah he lies so much, that you can't Tell, that your boy here simply Crying out for help He putting so much pressure on Himself, the only problem is He trying to blame somebody else Yeah You never gain ability, first step is Taking responsibility, yeah I can't help everybody, especially if You are a clown or a Tellytubby, yeah They told you go and get Michelle Obama, But you went and got yourself a Really nice Barbie, yeah They told you go and get Kamala Harris, how you find yourself with a Lorry Harvey, yeah I can't judge anybody, cos in the past I did some sucker shit too Becomes a big problem when we Never change, cos then nothing ever Gets rearranged Yeah, See yourself in the mirror Make you see yourself If you never be yourself, you will be Somebody else You never got to be yourself, you Have to free yourself To me you simply just a shell of Somebody else I know the truth packs a punch right Below the belt Money not the only way for you to Gain respect Pride is like a demon, gotta disinfect Pride is like a bill hanging down your Neck If you kill bill you will be liberated Humility can get you exonerated But even in my streets, they take that Shit for granted People die for pride, and people die For money But if you die for God, you will never Be lonely Is this shit the truth or maybe just Another story Always giving Thanks to God, cos My Mama Told me Go into the world, go and find a lady And if she fears God, maybe there is Something holy Then maybe you can build yourself Holy matrimony Generational wealth, you never tying Me down I am never holding my breath, this Money it isn't mine This money is just a tool I am using It all the time We die we leave it here, but God is Still here We dust we disappear the universe Still here From start to end finish, these things They all diminish This life truly a blessing, my music The composition I am forming constellation like this is My last confession what's up